CHORUS
Turn it Up! Turn it Up!
Drama King! (Drama King)
In The Mix (In the mix with Kay Slay!)
Tonedeff - (In this b****)/
QN5 - (we the s***)
Turn It Up!! (Turn It Up!!)
V1 - TONEDEFF
See, now I'd bet a f***** G, you prolly thinkin', now, who the f*** is this misfit/
Proving something on this mix, Dude this must be a misprint/
True, im b**pin this list, trick, move, I'm snuffing these b**** kids
Y'all n***** is bout as sweet as the nugget stuffed in them twix sticks/
It's Tonedeff, the n**** dat cuts through these suckas with swift lips/
Clueless f****** get wigs split, Rumors come but they're dismissed/
Fooling us with a quick switch? Tuned to some other mix disc/
Would be like finding Nas with the Blueprint b**ping in his whip/
Fools get dumped in a ditch, just rudely fronting like big fish/
Now, print this, The Plague, b****, crews don't want it with this clique/
You was hunting for tidbits, then you found the Archetype and
K-Slay, the playa with the most exclusive cuts in the bizness/
My s*** is a little bit more than the human tongue can omit/
Hit floosies up where their slits drip, do this under their c*** lids/
Columbian & Cuban blood under this skin,
Who can touch the description of a psuedo-super-pun with a slim trim/
I'm - the new and improved functioning whiz with Luger-lungs/
And the fitness to the deliver the most brutal b**ps to these dim wits/
I'm Driven as if I threw a clutch in the stick shift/
One listen'll strip 30 years from your life, s***, music this comes with a pension/
Intensive, administration of a million tooth-puncturing pin-p*****/
From all of your minions to the b****** who fronts your equipment/
Disaster soon comes in a instant/
To p**** virtual tools, like Lara Croft with a two guns tucked in her middrift/
Dig this busted youth becoming so twisted/
Kids'll request Smilez & Southstar more than the true 100% s***/
QN5 is the governing imprint/
That's bludgeoning oppostition with the indifference of a grandmother who would smother an infant/
I'll leave you stunned as I come to admit this/
Yo, son, nah, really... you're nice... and J.Lo's p****'s a wonderful Christian/
I'm adjusting my lenses... n***** really looked thug from a distance/
But the minute you come close, you see the slump in their limp wrist /
And I'm plugging your chick, dig? it's nothing tremendous/
See... I loan her the c***, and you're stuck with the interest/
Her l*** won't allow her to front or resist this/
Stiff d*** that so big, that Tonedeff get counted as a couple in the census/
Punch with a clenched fist, rupturing defenses, till your only fear is survival/
I will spit scriptures that embarrass the bible/
Go ahead, spit, You're still wearing the t**le? Then back it's back to your place/ I'll say you're wack to your face, faster than simon from American Idol.
Turn it Up! Turn it Up!
Drama King! (Drama King)
In The Mix (In the mix with Kay Slay!)
Tonedeff - (In this b****)/
QN5 - (we the s***)
Turn It Up!! (Turn It Up!!)
V1 - TONEDEFF
See, now I'd bet a f***** G, you prolly thinkin', now, who the f*** is this misfit/
Proving something on this mix, Dude this must be a misprint/
True, im b**pin this list, trick, move, I'm snuffing these b**** kids
Y'all n***** is bout as sweet as the nugget stuffed in them twix sticks/
It's Tonedeff, the n**** dat cuts through these suckas with swift lips/
Clueless f****** get wigs split, Rumors come but they're dismissed/
Fooling us with a quick switch? Tuned to some other mix disc/
Would be like finding Nas with the Blueprint b**ping in his whip/
Fools get dumped in a ditch, just rudely fronting like big fish/
Now, print this, The Plague, b****, crews don't want it with this clique/
You was hunting for tidbits, then you found the Archetype and
K-Slay, the playa with the most exclusive cuts in the bizness/
My s*** is a little bit more than the human tongue can omit/
Hit floosies up where their slits drip, do this under their c*** lids/
Columbian & Cuban blood under this skin,
Who can touch the description of a psuedo-super-pun with a slim trim/
I'm - the new and improved functioning whiz with Luger-lungs/
And the fitness to the deliver the most brutal b**ps to these dim wits/
I'm Driven as if I threw a clutch in the stick shift/
One listen'll strip 30 years from your life, s***, music this comes with a pension/
Intensive, administration of a million tooth-puncturing pin-p*****/
From all of your minions to the b****** who fronts your equipment/
Disaster soon comes in a instant/
To p**** virtual tools, like Lara Croft with a two guns tucked in her middrift/
Dig this busted youth becoming so twisted/
Kids'll request Smilez & Southstar more than the true 100% s***/
QN5 is the governing imprint/
That's bludgeoning oppostition with the indifference of a grandmother who would smother an infant/
I'll leave you stunned as I come to admit this/
Yo, son, nah, really... you're nice... and J.Lo's p****'s a wonderful Christian/
I'm adjusting my lenses... n***** really looked thug from a distance/
But the minute you come close, you see the slump in their limp wrist /
And I'm plugging your chick, dig? it's nothing tremendous/
See... I loan her the c***, and you're stuck with the interest/
Her l*** won't allow her to front or resist this/
Stiff d*** that so big, that Tonedeff get counted as a couple in the census/
Punch with a clenched fist, rupturing defenses, till your only fear is survival/
I will spit scriptures that embarrass the bible/
Go ahead, spit, You're still wearing the t**le? Then back it's back to your place/ I'll say you're wack to your face, faster than simon from American Idol.